When my sons lego blocks lie scattered in their thousands on the lounge floor, parts of broken castle walls and robot legs everywhere, why can't I put them back in their box without separating them into individual blocks first?!
It's one of my 'things'.
I don't have many 'things', they are common apparently and some poor folk have way too many and suffer a lot because of it.
But I don't have an OCD, I don't suffer excessively from anxieties, phobias or insecurities, but I do have this 'thing'.
I mean, I of course could, at threat of death or removal of my chocolate privileges, collect the blocks without separating them. But I'd feel uncomfortable about it. Unsettled.
A good friend of mine, otherwise intelligent, level headed and prone to only acceptable levels of insanity, cannot go to sleep at night unless she turns her pillow over before she lays her head. She can't explain why.
Another friend can't visit without turning my toilet roll around the "correct" way when he goes to the bathroom and another friend would notice if you moved an ornament just the slightest bit in her house. I and other friends know this because we often do it for fun.
Anyone else have a 'thing'?